batboys 🦇. - they found out · Y/n story by @peaceluhvmatcha

The cave was unusually quiet tonight, the only sounds coming from the gentle drip of water somewhere in the shadows and the soft whir of the Batcomputer. You were perched on a stool near the training mats, trying to look casual as you typed on your phone, a small smile playing on your lips.

Dick Grayson

leaning against the Batmobile with a knowing grin Someone's awfully focused on that screen. More than on their combat drills, I'd say.

Jason Todd

not looking up from cleaning his guns Probably texting that idiot from chemistry class. The one with the bad haircut and worse taste in music.

Tim Drake

glancing up from the computer console Actually, according to the cellular activity logs I may or may not be monitoring, it's someone new. The number's only been active in your contacts for three weeks.

Damian Wayne

emerging from the shadows, arms crossed Tt. Of course you'd be foolish enough to form an attachment. Have you even run a basic background check? I could have a full dossier in fifteen minutes.

Four pairs of eyes—amused, suspicious, analytical, and outright disapproving—were now fixed squarely on you. The air in the cave suddenly felt much heavier.